“Make yourself come on my hand. That’s your kink, isn’tit?”
Nodding to confirm, I crawl to bed. My breasts spill down, covered in his cum as I suck my lips that taste like him inside my mouth.
My hand runs over his narrow waist, lightly squeezing his strong and chiseled chest.
I inspect his thick hand, raving in the silky feel of his veins under my fingertips as I trail a line along his tatted arm. A ravenous curve tugs at the corner of my mouth. Needing to dig my nails into his skin, I drag them over a speck of flesh, creating tiny dents. He slightly winces to the pain but groans and signals me to continue with a reassuring nod.
Now it burns within me, I want to sink my teeth into his skin, make my own marks.
I lift his arm closer to my mouth and graze my teeth over his forearm, licking a line toward his palm, I continue to suck his finger in my mouth one by one. Bathing in the feel of his warm skin and the sound of pleasure exiting his seductive lips.
I assess him closely; what he likes and finds pleasurable.
Swirling my tongue across my lips, I stare at him, piercing his eyes through mine.
I flick my eyes down, and his hard cock throbs again, begging to be fucked. I smirk, affecting him like this turns me on even more.
I carry on to suck a speck of skin on his neck until it bruises and when I’m done, I pin his arm on the mattress, forcing him to lie down. As I fix my legs around his forearm and descend, my hips roll and I grind my pussy. Up and down. I smear myarousal on his skin. The sensual thought breaks a moan out of my heaving chest.
Fuck.
Losing myself like that feels so good. So liberating.
“Don’t come,” he warns, “Not until I tell you to.”
I hum in approval, increasing the way I fuck his arm.
In circles, my hips move as if I move them to the rhythm of a song. A calculated rhythm that ignites a fire in my core and tightens my muscles until I groan for release. Interlacing my fingers with his, my body reaches that climax. It builds and builds.
Meadow doesn’t lie quietly. His fingers roam over the curves of my ass that is near his face, squeezing and slapping my flesh with his addicting touch.
“Please,” I gasp the word out, almost crying. “I need to come.” My body tightening in desperation to reach that climax he holds hostage from me.
“Not yet, draw it out a little more,” he responds while my body is ready to explode as he starts licking and biting my butt cheek.
My clit is swollen, pounding like a drum as my hips weaken, needing that release. I don’t stop, pouring all my arousal on his arm, covering his tender skin with my scent.
“Tell me what you want to do to me.” I attempt to urge him.
He groans behind me. “Give me a few more laps, baby.”
When I hear that word, I grind a few more times before a loud moan swallows me and I feel that orgasm building up inside me.
“Like how fucking horny my hand is making you, huh?” The deep timbre of his voice engulfs me.
His free hand caresses my back, creating tremors through my body.
A breathy sound resounds from the dip in my throat.
“Tell me,” he demands, “How does my hand make you feel?”
“High.” I pant. “It makes my brain tingle in all the right places. It makes my skin prickle with excitement.” The words fly past my lips.
“Then fuck my hand harder, shower me with your orgasm, Blakely, come on my fucking hand.”
My name sounds so delicious when his raspy voice spills it out like that and I come. The orgasm rips through me and I ride it until I’m done.
“Ride my face.” He doesn’t skip a beat when he immediately orders me what to do next.
